[Intro]

Word up, right

I, I just be on some chill shit, man

I ain't even, can't be (?) shit, man

Just, just livin' life, yaknahmean

[Verse]

Peep the graphics, it's hand crafted

Jammin' the classics, this rap shit keep fans attracted

The black Ben Affleck

Fuck shades and fancy jackets

Just, jeans and J's, the hat be backwards

Came from, clappin' ratchets to rappin' immaculate

I happen to have it

The mannerisms, passion, the magic

My fabric, authentic, more eccentric

Raw, vintage, (?) shit, been deep since my entrance

Indented sentence, poetry erupts

With no incentive, show degrees of lust

Flow relentless, overseas a must to manifest my presence

The last of the legends

Signs of seven, my mind define heaven

My rhymes'll blind bredren, my shine times eleven

Crime spreadin', the poor they want more

Or they want war, you snore they hunt yours

Blunts tore, tobacco's tossed of course

The boss once more, no back and forth for shorts

I'm lost, big boys want them big toys

Want that big money, why wouldn't we live comfy

Ha, yeah, jewels is all chunky

Ha, I'm a hip-hop junkie

Niggas can't take it from me, can't give it

It's just how I live it, fuck outta here...

[Outro: scratches]

"Now it's about time to show you how it feels"

"Got my mind on this paper, paper chase"

"My name, my name is..", "AZ.."

"Like a roller coaster, street life'll comatose ya"

"Now it's about time to show you how it feels"

"Got my mind on this paper, paper chase"

"My name, name is..", "AZ.."

"Just a ghetto child tryna learn the traps of the streets"

"But look at me now..."